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Whatever was plaguing Jeongin’s thoughts were enough to set him into a bad mood. He couldn’t shake off his irritation and unsettledness until he got into your apartment. For a moment, he kind of wished you weren’t home, or you were asleep because he didn’t really want to talk about it or that he didn’t want you to see him like this, when he himself could not explain his emotions. He didn’t want to hurt you in the process because he did have a tendency to just push people away. It’s just easier like that.
As soon as he entered, there was music playing and the smell of food on the stove. You had turned down the music just a little, enough to speak over and say a quick “Hi, baby!”
You had turned the heat down on the stove for a second, before rushing over to the door to greet your boyfriend. As soon as he saw you, he had forced a smile and said a small “hi” before proceeding to take off his shoes.
You had leaned in into his frame, only to get his bag from his hand, taking the chance to place a quick kiss on his cheek. He glanced at your face, trying to gauge your emotions as well if it was the right time to talk, but you smiled at him again, thinking he didn’t want to ruin your mood.
You stared for a second longer, your face quickly flashed in concern. “Is something the matter? Are you okay?” Your hand raised up to his arm for a small squeeze. He shook his head. “Just tired.” He internally winced. He wished he was better at saying his thoughts.
You pulled him into the apartment, directing him to the sofa. “You wait here, I made dinner, it should be ready in a bit. Let’s get your hoodie off first.” You had pulled at the hem of his hoodie, and he obliged as he lifted his arm up, and halfway through he took it off himself. You gave him a peck on the cheek, before moving away and proceeding to the kitchen, back to the stove.
He was watching you cook, with a little more speed knowing he was waiting. That’s when he noticed the smell of food being his favorite: Seaweed soup. You knew it was a tough week for him and cooking him his favorite was enough of a treat after a long week. He felt bad for not telling you his troubles when you could read him like an open book. His frown deepened and his eyes glazed over with thin film of tears.
He made his way over to you, hands and arms sliding to your waist and head buried on your neck. You had the urge to turn to him quickly, even to just look at his face, but his grip held you in place. You paused before you settled one of your hands on stirring the pot and the other on his arm around your waist, rubbing circles to let him know you’re still there. You started to feel tears on your neck and shoulders and his quiet sobbing.
You let him cry, just stirring the seaweed soup. You waited until his breathing had calm down and the sobs to turn softer. You had turned off the heat and placed the lid on the pot before turning in his arms, with him letting you this time. He still buried his face into your neck, and you couldn’t help but smile fondly at him. Your arms had properly wrapped themselves around him, one by his shoulders and the other protectively around his head, rubbing circles again on his scalp to relax him even more.
“Can I see your face?” He slowly lifted his head. You had moved the stray hairs that were stuck on his forehead and wiped away the tears on his cheeks and eyes. He had stared at your eyes, surprised at how your eyes reflected him so clearly. He felt warm, safe and seen. "Jeongin, I love you." You spoke to ground him further. Why does those set of words sound so good and so real? He swore he felt his heart jump. Was he falling for you for the hundredth time?
Your hands had cupped his face as you leaned in to give him a kiss on his right cheek, his left cheek, his forehead, the tip of his nose and finally a quick peck on his lips. A faint blush crept on his cheeks and ears as he leaned his forehead against yours, arms tighter around your waist, pulling you impossibly close to him. His thoughts had quieted down, his mood lifting and he no longer felt like hiding his emotions.
“Thank you, baby. I love you, too.” He whispered. He leaned in again, this time aiming for your lips. It was soft and it was light. Your cheeks had also turned pink, and this was enough to make him finally crack a smile.
“Let’s have dinner, okay?”